halfwits
every morning, I get on a train which takes me from my city to another where I work. every morning is a bit of a psycho-drama, coz I cannever know if I get a good seat or not. good seat would be: noone else sitting on either side of me. noone
- eating some smelly food that'll make my empty stomach heave
- talking to their halfwit mates and screaming and hooting
- snoring loudly
- smelling like they slept in a ditch the last 2 weeks
this morning, I had the pleasure of having to listen to 3 teenager girls discussing how many of their grandparents were in hospital and for which reasons... and if I don't want to hear about one thing, the hernia of some stranger's uncle is high ranking on the list.
before even getting that seat, I had to walk in snail tempo behind some bimbo chick who "sashayed" in slow motion (she probably thought that'd look more graceful... hon, you should've left the cowboy boots at home, that would've helped some). she had a small head and a small tiny body, I'd guess her around 40 kilos (including the boots) and I felt so sorry for her uncoolness, I refrained myself from stage-whispering jalla, jalla! or outta my way, schicksa.
at work, I've been trying to keep my cool when having a little talk with a client's bookkeeper. about the same case that occurred about half a year ago. for the past 6 months, they've decided to play dumb (or maybe they are) and have annoyed me with the same bullshit I've been trying to explain to them since september. I can't be patient with them anymore or I'll blow a fuse, so today I told the bookkeeper, she should tell me in simple words, she should try to explain to me, coz I can't understand what the problem seems to be. it appears they WANT to be ignorant assholes. okay, be that way. I'm trying to find a fool-proof solution. and then I'll write a book which I'll call "distribution for dummies". assholes.
yeah, I suppose I'm a person who's cranky in the mornings. but all I'masking for is a bit of quiet and idiot-free space.
is that too much?
- eating some smelly food that'll make my empty stomach heave
- talking to their halfwit mates and screaming and hooting
- snoring loudly
- smelling like they slept in a ditch the last 2 weeks
this morning, I had the pleasure of having to listen to 3 teenager girls discussing how many of their grandparents were in hospital and for which reasons... and if I don't want to hear about one thing, the hernia of some stranger's uncle is high ranking on the list.
before even getting that seat, I had to walk in snail tempo behind some bimbo chick who "sashayed" in slow motion (she probably thought that'd look more graceful... hon, you should've left the cowboy boots at home, that would've helped some). she had a small head and a small tiny body, I'd guess her around 40 kilos (including the boots) and I felt so sorry for her uncoolness, I refrained myself from stage-whispering jalla, jalla! or outta my way, schicksa.
at work, I've been trying to keep my cool when having a little talk with a client's bookkeeper. about the same case that occurred about half a year ago. for the past 6 months, they've decided to play dumb (or maybe they are) and have annoyed me with the same bullshit I've been trying to explain to them since september. I can't be patient with them anymore or I'll blow a fuse, so today I told the bookkeeper, she should tell me in simple words, she should try to explain to me, coz I can't understand what the problem seems to be. it appears they WANT to be ignorant assholes. okay, be that way. I'm trying to find a fool-proof solution. and then I'll write a book which I'll call "distribution for dummies". assholes.
yeah, I suppose I'm a person who's cranky in the mornings. but all I'masking for is a bit of quiet and idiot-free space.
is that too much?
posted by daria l'orange at 11:22 pm
2 Comments:
i must remember not to read your blog when i drink water. I nearly choked.
"and if I don't want to hear about one thing, the hernia of some stranger's uncle is high ranking on the list." heeheee
Also, i am really suspicious of cheerful people in the morning. The are hiding something. Cranky is normal morning behaviour. xx
Well, it's morning now and I'm full of the joys of...oh, who am I kidding? Piss off! ;o)
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